THE FORGOTTEN STORIES

And at the end all shall fall apart into pieces. Then you will not see the talkings in coffeehouses, or chilling outs in summerhouses. What more, even the ember in the ashes too shall pass and the footprints that aroused your hopes will fade away to nowhere. You will be left alone to weep and embrace the oblivion. A.C

Written on 5/09/2018 Life had taught me several lessons which began from my parents. Young or old many people who passed the paths of my life had opened up several beautiful chapters within these years. Be it my Parents, Teachers,Friends, Colleagues or mere Acquaintances.At several points of my life, when I was stuck and confused on what to do, any one of you had always offered your hands and words of inspiration which pushed me forward. I know this small space is not enough to mention all your names and to show how much you guys influenced me.I remember you all at this point of time and thank you for being part of my wonderful journey.Today  you people owe all the credits for my achievements and for what I am today. To all the life lessons you taught me and all the smiles you brought to my face, HAPPY TEACHERS' DAY❤️

It was a time when people could have  become selfish. It was a time when people could have made maximum utilisation of the situation. It was a time when people could have thrown the dirt of religion, gender, caste and politics among themselves. It was a time when people could have divided themselves as have's and have not's. It was a time when women and children could have faced great exploitation. But over the past few days we saw nothing of that sort when nature made its most devastating dance over our homeland, Kerala. The floods, worst in a century, have claimed lives of 231 people in the last 10 days besides rendering over 14 lakh people homeless but,we saw our state overpowering all the impossibilities and helping the crores of people survive. We saw hundreds of people,from children to old men coming forward to save our homeland, they could have ignored the suffering of people and enjoyed the festive season awaiting them. But each one of them refused to be part of c

Towards the end you will see no one. When you are done with life all the things around you will fade away and the drowsy numbness will entangle you to which you unknowingly surrenders. Whether it is a rainbow or a painting everything turns out to be black and white into which your vision gradually falls out and your ways will turn out to be unending loops.You will see similitude of events and dreams where you will meet your struggling self trying to figure out reality and fantasy. Even if you try to tackle all of these, these would reappear, till you completely accept your failure to the game called LIFE. A.C

There was a time when her wings glowed. It was home to the shining fireflies. Its fluttering pierced into the ears of folks. The bright colours of the wings always created the rainbow around her. Little did she know that the wings too would die, die into deeper solitude. Her whole world circulated around those wings which carried her into the realms of unspoken realities. But little did she know that the night was always jealous of her wings. She glowed bright as Sirius in the night that every matter included her light and every being wished to be with her. Little did she realized that there were powers of darkness that could bring her down. Down into the hell were pessimistic waters flowed and from  where the reverse rains of apocalypse poured. Broken and disappearing, with dead wings and dead mind she lies immersed in the height of winter, desparate to find home at the least  in a tangled hair! A.C

There it comes , the truck .It comes all through the way, it crosses the valleys, climbs the mountains and even if it's lost in middle of dark forests, at the end of the day, it makes to its destination, to unload all the pains it carried all the way. Heap after heap the place becomes occupied with zillions of pain that weighs tons. While the indifferent truckdriver goes back to get the next load, the mountain of pain still awaits for its charwoman. A.C

Nothing is more painful than an unfinished dream that gets stuck in your mind. It slowly grabs your thoughts. Like a jigsaw puzzle ,it gets scattered across your mind and solving it is difficult. There, you could have seen faces of people whom you know, actors you admired, characters you saw and read. Sometimes you maybe a character, or sometimes an omniscient viewer, whoever you are you feel really connected to the dream that you cry and laugh with it.But an unfinished dream, it grieves you.You try to figure out what happened, but you get a blurred image, you feel like you have seen some parts of it in the past, but nothing makes sense. The lose of a dream is heavily painful, because it eats your thoughts.And everytime you crave to see the rest of it to enjoy the emotion of it fully , if only you could go back to the dream. A.C